Rose, IÂ’m feeling older
I was as lucky as a four-leaved clover
I tried to be happy it wasn’t easy
When I choose my colour it will be Razzle Dazzle Rose
Rose, IÂ’m feeling older
Courage my love it makes me bolder
Expecting softness can lead to foolishness
When I choose my colour it will be Razzle Dazzle rose
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